This is a song about "Pete and mac leaving party"

I'm everything that they call nice

So fuck the mac millers and duck this please

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

Wrecking and leaving em, it's unbelievable/

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Between the battle starting, and me leaving the whole place

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac