This is a song about "The mac and cheese master"

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Pass the shit, master krit got you grabbin' the glass and it's,

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Not likely like stay long please

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies