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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

Don't ever hide in a box or ever get hit with rocks

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Put them in a confined box and own him

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

A sound of tin breaking my reflections, start inspection

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

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