MAC DRE
A rapper so cold he could freeze your ass off, flows so good they’d make your momma proud. Dipped and yoked like he was on a mission from God. Never dropped a dime, just served nickels like they were gold.
Yo, Mac Dre would yank your chain and leave you in the dust.
He flowed like he had a thousand beats in his pocket.
He’d take a nickel and turn it into a hundred-dollar bill.