This is a song about "Max sucks"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

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

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

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Gave very less number of fucks and she said drugs really sucks.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Bubbles and drains, it sucks

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry