This is a song about "Mac royal"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Wanna make a track with mac miller

She always comin back

If they steping up to mac

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Then write another hook in my mac book

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

She was wet off the bat