This is a song about "Two big mack"

He carried weight like a mack truck gonna bust on some playa haters.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Packin' a mack in the back of the ac

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Im number one your number two

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

Make her act right , as long as i mack right

This is everything that we call hype