This is a song about "Macs"

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

I'm also strapped with macs, i be on dat crack.

With these macs i've got a bad habit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

I'll slap the yapping crap out of you, packing macs, crack a gin,

They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,

The race war, when it's us against all of them

These are real facts, now i don't deal crack, i'm packing macs,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Get those dope fighters that you talk about with mac-10s,