This is a song about "Max saia"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

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

I like rollin' with friends

Trying to get max strength

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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