This is a song about "Janoski max trainers"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

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

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

Trying to get max strength

I think you and your friends