This is a song about "Sean mack"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Packin' a mack in the back of the ac

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

I don’t need no interruption when i’m making you moanearly morn, wake up, then you yawn

Make her act right , as long as i mack right

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Only got a vague idea of the meaning of mack

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls