Mac Says: "I grew up in Point Breeze. The first time I ever smoked was there, at a homie's house. I actually got robbed, which was pretty awesome. I was maybe 10 years old, and so fucking high that I thought I was James Bond. I was running around the house, acting like a spy, and my friend's older brother comes home. He asks, 'How old are you?' And then he put me in a chokehold and took all of my shit. I was telling him, 'I'm in fifth grade, going on sixth grade. I'm ten-and-a-half.' Like, the upper side of 10, so you better treat me a little older."