This is a song about "Mcdonalds big mac"

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds