This is a song about "Macs"

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

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

With these macs i've got a bad habit

See i let my nigga split that

Just let them know you're like machete blows, got macs packin',

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

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

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

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats