This is a song about "Maxi max"

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

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