This is a song about "Max parker and rob"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I'ma rob you of your mic and your life if you don't fucking stop

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

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