This is a song about "Slitting mac throt"

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Like hes trying to be mac right

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

Got more cholestrol in your rhymes like the big mcd mac

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