This is a song about "Too the max"

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

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

Too bad, that's the beer talking

Catch you up on places i've been

Don't believe it's true? good cannot exist without the evil too

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Go and just give you the crown, and the throne too?

See you was there every year when i needed you

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

And then the fuckin' acid i had started kickin' in too!

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Like sex, we the best in this business too

Too much rim make the ride too hard

From the time that you stole my heart