This is a song about "Max wu"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Speakers on, from wu-tang to pendulum, i love this sound

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

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

I bring more ruckus than wu tang

Still the man with the pan

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop