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

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

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Where would i be without my dogs

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

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

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Put them in a confined box and own him

Fuck the pot i forgot - to sock it in a box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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