Bissonnet
Maxo Kream Lyrics


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Emeks, come here man, sit down man
Get that gansta shit off your head man, what's wrong with you man?
That blue bandana man, what does that mean?
Take it off, take it all- you see all of that gangsta shit?
Put it on the side man, we gonna have some real conversation
Father to son
Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
I have my pops inside my life, but right now that shit don't matter
He'd been locked up most my life, so I feel just like a bastard
Police kickin' in my door, threw my momma on the floor
HPD took my pops, I bought a heat, hit the block
I was in them streets like speed bump, potholes, V12-auto Forgiato
'Lenciaga, no red bottoms, I don't rock no Ferragamos
I was Maxo Kream, El Chapo, dodgin' narcos get you knocked off
Black suburban swervin' make me nervous when I'm making drop offs
Used to handle rock like hot sauce,
Call the hot sauce get you knocked off
He ain't got no chill, he kill for real, and he 'gon blow your top off
G63, I took the top off, bitch with me she took her top off
Dick ain't hard,
She sucked me on soft, hole-in-one, her mouth like Tiger
Forever never, not sober, the city of double cuppers
We beefin' this place and mothafuck you, your sister, your brother
I'm clutchin' gun in my holster, Beretta wet 'em like coasters
They shot my pops and my brother, so I slide with choppas like butter
Pop toasters, let go my ego, for pesos give you a halo
Locked up my pops and took my brother, so my daddy was my mother
Hit the stove, stealin' candy, got grown, start servin' xannies
Momma told me hit the do', she ain't want dope around her family
Moved in with my grandma, servin' grannies at my grannies
Momma couldn't stand me, say I act just like my daddy
Fist fightin' Pirus, I hit the school with the Ruger
Had to take my .52, and hopped on Five-Deuce Hoover
I was a young nigga in the streets, I ain't know nothin'
Ain't no big homie tell me shit, on my own thuggin'
Bad ass, actin' up in class, I ain't learn nothin'
Reminisce on my first lick, I hit for four onions
I turned that four into a sixteen, and now I'm road runnin', hey
Trap house scorchin', use the stove and the oven
Every time I stashed it in the house, my brother stole from me
And I was down bad, and on my ass, nobody rode for me, hey
I was broke bummy, wasn't havin' no money, hey
Ran the check up, now you wanna hold somethin', hey




Two Glocks, fifty shots, that's a whole hunnid
Hit a nigga with two fifties, call it change for a hunnid

Overall Meaning

The song "Bissonnet" by Maxo Kream is a powerful and personal narrative about the struggles he faced growing up in Houston. The intro of the song has his father trying to have a heart to heart conversation with him about his gangsta image and its meaning. However, Maxo is not in the right headspace to listen, as police have kicked in his door, taken his father and he has been forced to deal with life on his own. The lyrics describe the pain and hardship he has faced being a young black man in the streets of Houston. His father is in prison, his brother and father have been shot and he has turned to selling drugs and violence to make money.


Maxo speaks of his early years and feelings of abandonment from his father, who was absent most of his life. The pain and anger he feels of his father being taken away from him by the police lead him to a life of crime. He had to grow up quickly and learn how to fend for himself in a world that did not care if he lived or died. The lyrics go on to describe his life in the streets, selling drugs and defending himself with guns, while having to watch his back at all times.


Overall, the song is a powerful commentary on the realities of growing up in a neighborhood oppressed by poverty and violence. It speaks to the resilience and perseverance of a young man who had to fight to survive in a world that tried to destroy him.


Line by Line Meaning

Emeks, come here man, sit down man
Maxo Kream is trying to initiate a serious conversation with his friend, Emeks.


Get that gangsta shit off your head man, what's wrong with you man?
Maxo Kream observes Emeks' blue bandana, a gang-related symbol and advises him to remove it.


Take it off, take it all - you see all of that gangsta shit?
Maxo Kream wants Emeks to remove all gang-related apparel and focus on the conversation they are about to have.


Put it on the side man, we gonna have some real conversation / Father to son / Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
Maxo Kream speaks to Emeks like a father would speak to his son and asks if Emeks understands the gravity of their conversation.


I have my pops inside my life, but right now that shit don't matter / He'd been locked up most my life, so I feel just like a bastard
Maxo has not had a close relationship with his father due to his father's incarceration, and as a result, he feels like he does not have a father figure in his life.


Police kickin' in my door, threw my momma on the floor / HPD took my pops, I bought a heat, hit the block
Maxo's home was raided by the police, and his father was taken into custody. Maxo decided to purchase a firearm and start selling drugs.


I was in them streets like speed bump, potholes, V12-auto Forgiato / 'Lenciaga, no red bottoms, I don't rock no Ferragamos
Maxo Kream was navigating the dangerous streets in a high-end V12 car with stylish Balenciaga shoes but did not wear expensive red bottom shoes by designer Ferragamo.


I was Maxo Kream, El Chapo, dodgin' narcos get you knocked off / Black suburban swervin' make me nervous when I'm making drop offs
Maxo Kream evokes the infamous drug lord 'El Chapo' and describes his experiences avoiding law enforcement while making drug deliveries.


Used to handle rock like hot sauce, / Call the hot sauce get you knocked off / He ain't got no chill, he kill for real, and he 'gon blow your top off
Maxo Kream was dealing drugs with a dangerous associate who wouldn't hesitate to kill if necessary.


G63, I took the top off, bitch with me she took her top off / Dick ain't hard, / She sucked me on soft, hole-in-one, her mouth like Tiger
Maxo Kream was driving a Mercedes-Benz G63 with the top off and had a sexual encounter with a woman.


Forever never, not sober, the city of double cuppers / We beefin' this place and mothafuck you, your sister, your brother
Maxo Kream describes the excessive drug and alcohol use in his city and how it causes people to become violent and start conflicts with other individuals and their family members.


I'm clutchin' gun in my holster, Beretta wet 'em like coasters / They shot my pops and my brother, so I slide with choppas like butter
Maxo Kream carries a gun with him at all times and is ready to use it if necessary. He also seeks revenge against the people who shot his father and brother and feels comfortable using weapons like choppas (a type of gun) to do it.


Pop toasters, let go my ego, for pesos give you a halo / Locked up my pops and took my brother, so my daddy was my mother
Maxo Kream has a significant ego that he must learn to control. He also feels that he lost his father and brother due to the drug trade and, as a result, his father became like a mother figure to him.


Hit the stove, stealin' candy, got grown, start servin' xannies / Momma told me hit the do', she ain't want dope around her family
Maxo Kream started selling drugs as a result of stealing candy as a child. His mother disapproved of this, and as a result, Maxo often had to sell drugs outside of the home.


Moved in with my grandma, servin' grannies at my grannies
Maxo Kream stayed with his grandmother and sold drugs to elderly people in the neighborhood.


Momma couldn't stand me, say I act just like my daddy
Maxo's mother disapproved of Maxo's behavior, saying he was acting like his father.


Fist fightin' Pirus, I hit the school with the Ruger / Had to take my .52, and hopped on Five-Deuce Hoover
Maxo Kream was involved in fighting with members of the Piru gang and brought a gun to school to protect himself. He ended up joining the Five-Deuce Hoover gang.


I was a young nigga in the streets, I ain't know nothin' / Ain't no big homie tell me shit, on my own thuggin'
Maxo Kream was young and inexperienced when he first started getting involved in the drug trade. He did not have anyone to turn to for guidance and had to learn everything himself.


Bad ass, actin' up in class, I ain't learn nothin'
Maxo Kream did not take his education seriously and did not learn much in school.


Reminisce on my first lick, I hit for four onions / I turned that four into a sixteen, and now I'm road runnin', hey
Maxo Kream reflects on his first significant drug sale where he made a profit of four ounces of drugs. He later turned that initial four ounces into a sixteenth (a smaller unit of measurement) and continued to sell drugs on a larger scale.


Trap house scorchin', use the stove and the oven
Maxo Kream ran a trap house (a location where drugs are sold) and had to use both the stove and oven to prepare drugs.


Every time I stashed it in the house, my brother stole from me / And I was down bad, and on my ass, nobody rode for me, hey
Maxo Kream's brother would steal his drugs whenever Maxo tried to hide them in the house. Maxo also felt like he had no one to turn to when he experienced financial difficulty.


I was broke bummy, wasn't havin' no money, hey / Ran the check up, now you wanna hold somethin', hey
Maxo Kream was once broke and did not have much money, but he was eventually able to make a significant profit from selling drugs.


Two Glocks, fifty shots, that's a whole hunnid / Hit a nigga with two fifties, call it change for a hunnid
Maxo Kream carries two Glock handguns with fifty rounds each, making it equivalent to shooting a hundred bullets. He also jokes about hitting someone with two of these guns and calling it change for a hundred dollars.




Writer(s): Michael G Dean, Emekwanem Biosah, Afolabi Osinulu, Angelo Bond, Brandon Harris Banks, Kal Banx

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I had my pops inside my life, but right now that shit don't matter
He been locked up most my life, so I feel just like a bastard
Police kickin' in my door, threw my momma on the floor
HPD took my pops, I bought a heat, hit the block
I was in them streets like speed bump, potholes, V12-auto Forgiato
Balenciaga, no red bottoms, I don't rock no Ferragamos
I was Maxo Kream, El Chapo, dodgin' narcs, get you knocked off
Black suburban swervin' make me nervous when I'm making drop offs
Used to handle rock like hot sauce, call the hot sauce get you knocked off
He ain't got no chill, he kill for real, and he gon' blow your top off
G63, I took the top off, bitch with me she took her top off
Dick ain't hard, she sucked me on, soft hole-in-one, her mouth like Tiger
Forever 'n ever, not sober, the city of double cuppers
We beefin' this place and mothafuck you, your sister, your brother
I'm clutching gun in my holster, Beretta wet 'em like coasters
They shot my pops and my brother, so I slide with choppas like butter
Pop toasters, let go my ego, for pesos get you a halo
Locked up my pops and took my brother, so my daddy was my mother
Hit the stove, stealin' candy, got grown, start servin' Xannies
Momma told me hit the do', she ain't want dope around the family
Moved in with my grandma, servin' grannies at my grannies
Momma couldn't stand me, say I act just like my daddy
Fist fighting Pirus, I hit the school with the Ruger
Had to take my fifty too, and hopped on Five-Deuce Hoover
I was a young nigga in the streets, I ain't know nothin'
Ain't no big homie tell me shit, own my own thuggin'
Bad ass, acting up in class, I ain't learn nothin'
Reminisce on my first lick, a hit for four onions
I turned that four into a sixteen, and now I'm road running, hey
Trap house scorchin', use the stove and the oven
Every time I stashed it in the house, my brother stole from me
And I was down bad, and off my ass, nobody rode for me, hey
I was broke bummy, wasn't havin' no money, ay
Ran the check up, now you wanna hold somethin', hey
Two Glocks, fifty shots, that's a whole hunnid
Hit a nigga with two fifties, call it change for a hunnid



All comments from YouTube:

Young Carlton

People are gonna feel real dumb they didn't know about Maxo. This man is true to the game when it comes to Rap

Johnny Patrick

I love how Maxo always features his family on his records. I come from a pretty messed up situation but my life has taught me about the importance of family and the bond I share with my parents no matter what harm has occurred to me throughout my life. I like seeing other people have good/tangible relationships with their fathers bc I never had that but as a man I believe in it and smile when I see it. Big up to everyone out there who knows what I'm getting at. Maxo is one of the best story tellers in the rap game FR, my opinion anyways, I just identify with what he's putting down on every song I guess and I'm thankful for it too lol.

Purp

Maxo is the MOST underrated rapper imo.

Robbie M

fax bro, even with a travis and uzi song, this man is known by almost nobody. im putting all my homies on him here in the uk

Ulisses Mendoza

Bishop Nehru* idk any man who's as underrated to even make a whole project with MF Doom

No face No name

He's been getting more clout tho recently, I remember when alot of his shit was barely pushing 100k

BigDawg Truett

Big krit too

Keith Gillespie

PURPMANE easily!!

Miles Of Smiles MTB

Maxo is one dude who you never have to question if he is about what he raps about.

King Kham

If you from Houston you know what go down on Bissonnet lol

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