This is a song about "Max is fat"

Get rough with me, that night flow

Is that why you're so fat rhino

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Make the class supersize but not fat, healthy composition is where its at

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

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

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Looking at a fat man's dick/

Killing these niggas off quick

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Tallk about pussy, which is fat