This is a song about "Air max"

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

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

I can smell it in the air

From out of nowhere

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

So you finally got the nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

Season opener, finna be there

I don't even breathe the same air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there