This is a song about "Kaman max"

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

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

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

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

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

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

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh