This is a song about "Max bar"

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

Hope my city is not too far

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

Just listen to this bar,

And could i be a star

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

You get close but no cigar

She prayed on me passing that bar

Simple bar spitting then going home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome