This is a song about "Max getting no sex"

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

But if i don't succeed or tour i ain't getting no "early retirement"! (jail time)

The proverbial lemonade that i made

No more bang bang getting neutered or spayed

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

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

No such thing as done, only getting better,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

No more getting chased by space cadets.