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

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

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

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

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

Or your closest friend gets put in a hole

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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

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

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/

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Pulled out a burner shut a hole straight through his head