This is a song about "Starbucks on pepsi max"

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

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

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

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

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Sweet, okay makes sense

Relying on myself

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

My sim card's the bomb

Man it goes on and on

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but