This is a song about "Max and hannah"

Social conditioning and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

So now she picks up the gun

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

And inhospitable,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Do not attempt to interfere

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

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