This is a song about "Max smokes weed"

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

This is no trial, this a closed case

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

African queen got what you need

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Who substituted for this weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Thinkin' that daddy's just goin' out to get some of his smokes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back