This is a song about "Max bond"

Amateurs! like bond missin' mission parameters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And i'm going to embalm my creativity

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

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

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

No wonder why when times get hard

Got ray bans on call me james bond