This is a song about "Max wu"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Worthwhile venture of a wu member

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Cranking some wu-tang, if i'm going out its with a big bang

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme