This is a song about "Fuck max"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

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

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck