This is a song about "Max bar"

All my shit designer

I now raisie the bar higher

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I walk into the fuckin bar

Ay yo you wonder who i are

They setting the bar low,

You haven't flowered loco

And dont start it in a bar

How simple they are

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be