This is a song about "Max bark"

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Too bad that dawg is unauthentic all bark with no bite

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

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