This is a song about "Max u got no pube ur squeky u sing to much"

And word i blew off herb i grew

I aint scared to merk u

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Coz u ain't got no use

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I love u so much i guess u have other plans

U got fire? nope, ur skills about as alive as the pope/

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Everyone is fake but no one compares to u

You kids sweet / fuck ur bitch tweets/u dudes r pussy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free