This is a song about "Max clay"

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

Night i need that she comin here right away

It's bobbing and weaving like it's cassius clay

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Started as cassius clay then drift to ali,no apologies it's time we stand up

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

No clay female rappers in this game

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway