This is a song about "Janoski max trainers"

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

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

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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