This is a song about "Maximum sentences"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Take it to the maximum, i can't relax see, i'm

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Keep ya distance with those sentences

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Get your sentences cut off comma,