This is a song about "Macs and pcs"

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 inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Translation cause my life is too sweet

And stop playing hide and seek,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Pain, he's ready for whatever

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

And kill yourself and your clique

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

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