This is a song about "Max walsh"

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

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

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

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version