This is a song about "3ds max"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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/

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

It's not a game when i tell you, that i feel this max payne

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks