This is a song about "Max with a tin box and a spoon"

And i'm not just saying that cause i drank a whole box of wine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

To stir it up like a spoon in a cauldron of shit

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

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

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

Pretty much feel like i'm locked in a box

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Play fable, fightin' like a tin, contempt when they all say "come get me"