This is a song about "Max lee"

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Of the vhs especially during sex baby