This is a song about "Max lee"

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck