This is a song about "Robbie mac"

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Like hes trying to be mac right

Me and you i think we should ride

I'm a-mac... "hey 'mac you're so utterly whack!"

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Acid rapping with a multicolored camo for a mac

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

This rap is a snack, hungry for more, looking for a big mac

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'll tear his fucking face off, take that, robbie!