This is a song about "Fuck max"

Yes sir, please confess

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Bring the battering ram where you live

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

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

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

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

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

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen