This is a song about "Max mills"

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Petrified planking and trending mills

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

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

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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