This is a song about "Air max"

The birds i knew flip birds

And the air force scrambles fighters

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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