This is a song about "Max wu"

To increase my ends

Trying to get max strength

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

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

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause 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