This is a song about "Max and hannah"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

Social conditioning and

And the word most important

And once i'm dead and gone

Look, by the end of this song

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

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

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

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Grab the scissors and saws and

Dc star, a pg legend