This is a song about "Max wu"

I bring more ruckus than wu tang

So all the hustling for nothing man

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Cash ruled everything around me,like wu-tang said

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,