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

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Don't shit in a box anymore,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Never gave a fuck just like a man made out of tin

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

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time