This is a song about "Too the max"

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

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

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Wood chain with a jesus

I get slight work like big sean

Or the grip was too strong

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

Or rip off the net to listen too

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Started from the bottom, too the top

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro