This is a song about "Karl marx"

Go back home to hell and yell hey to stalin,

Carolina where i made it from

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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