This is a song about "Max lee"

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

It's been a long time comin' cam

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

Plottin' don’t even worry

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Everybody watching while you touching real money

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

I diss wiggas that do this shit. i'm pissed the fuck off to the max man so fuck it.

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit