This is a song about "Mac weaver"

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Then write another hook in my mac book

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Niggas a star wove straight from weaver gitana

Better watch your back, mac

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

And then in the future, a weaver

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Then write another hook in my mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac