This is a song about "Mack"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Only got a vague idea of the meaning of mack

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Make her act right , as long as i mack right

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

Let the mack speak if he's out on friday

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Stackin' these rhapsodies that even queen couldn't mack with ease