This is a song about "Janoski max trainers"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I diss wiggas that do this shit. i'm pissed the fuck off to the max man so fuck it.