This is a song about "Macs and pcs"

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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

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

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

On they twitter writing novels, see

And a fridge and some broccoli

And remember what i said and

I fear no opponent

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

And kill yourself and your clique

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat