This is a song about "Tyler mac"

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

They call me random black never squeezed a mac

Why so serious, tyler

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,