This is a song about "Air max 95"

I like rollin' with friends

Trying to get max strength

And the air force scrambles fighters

Oldest nation on this earth

And by the way i'mma start

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance