This is a song about "Thomas mac"

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Then write another hook in my mac book

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

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

Like hes trying to be mac right

Not only had the fiend died

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one