This is a song about "Max is a pothead"

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

What them tippers don't see

This is a killin spree

Malcolm sex is still a

Coroners comfort your mama

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

And this is only a taste

But they sold jello in the paint