This is a song about "Max bar"

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

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

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

I now raisie the bar higher

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I miss you at my recent show

They setting the bar low,

Every bar is monumental

Never wrong at any level

Waiting for me to raise the bar

You get close but no cigar

She prayed on me passing that bar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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