This is a song about "Max fingering his arse hole"

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Makin' them arse scared to death, so they started fakin' their verse.

Some so evil try and watch us, use a peep hole

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Pulled out a burner shut a hole straight through his head

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

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/

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse