This is a song about "Max your great"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

[g] great gestures gear towards great guidance, geronimo,

Im so great you can smell it thru your nose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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