This is a song about "Max zack"

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

Looks like she can't get enough of zack

When that money calls i holla back

Its true im zack and im going to attack with the bat.

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

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

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

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Stay in school zack you'll be sorry you're a fool

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Our history that they stole, africa