This is a song about "Max mills"

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

Petrified planking and trending mills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

My reservation is to make some mills

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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