This is a song about "Mac11"

Went to see the big apple.

Repeatedly severed clever distal rabble

Past the point the earth no longer wears grass and is covered in ash

You can catch the mack, crack in half, and ima laugh

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

But my life is badder than what you think, like a apple rotten, and my sniper