This is a song about "Max wu"

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Like wu tang sad,you best protect your neck!

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Wu tang clan the w and the u

The boa know they loving the crew

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer