This is a song about "Old mac"

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

Then write another hook in my mac book

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Sixteen years old with a old thang

They talk say cool jew na the man

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Then write another hook in my mac book

Call me a product of my own damn hood

The only time i flirt with her

White boi killing it on my mac miller,