This is a song about "Max needs milk"

Therefore we soon will have more needs

In private, not public in the streets

Used to call me the african don dada

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

Everyone needs something to chase

Baby, you got that super bass

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

That shit was wack as fuck

She needs to call me up.

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength