This is a song about "Mac"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

She always comin back

Better watch your back, mac

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Then write another hook in my mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good