This is a song about "T mac"

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

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

If they steping up to mac

Can't win with a passive attack

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

You don;t thin anymore

Kick in the door

Then write another hook in my mac book

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back