This is a song about "Thomas mac"

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

She michael jackson bad

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

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

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