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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Fuck a knife, i split you in two with a spoon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Put them in a confined box and own him

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots