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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

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