This is a song about "Macks and dos"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

And like to boast and brag

I'm about to snap

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Whats with kendrick lamars and those do dos?

No, no, we are not those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And stop playing hide and seek,

For the low that nine cheap

And kill yourself and your clique

From the back seat, back seat