This is a song about "Stupid max"

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

How dare you call me stupid!

Roll up to the crib

I be on some other shit

Really your so stupid

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

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

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

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

You stupid? there's no such thing

Wait, now it's about eight something

About some tyga beef shit

But the kid aint stupid