When I was a teenager I used to have a paper route. Max Gertler has one now, except it’s not newspapers he’s handling, only dollar dollar bills. Over lightning fast trap snares and hi-hats, Max and his associated spit pure fire about their girls and their money. It’s a headnodder, the bars are crisp and lean. Max is grinding, not giving much away. Stand back for the super fast showstopper at the track’s finale. This is hip-hop for the heads, not for the kids. Don’t just read all about it. Give it a listen.