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

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

You in a box and i'm on the other side

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

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

The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Your not to blame i always win i will eat you up and spit you into a tin can

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping