This is a song about "Mad max"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Let the beat spin like mad

Yo, i'll bet she be back

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

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

No, not bombs over baghdad

Ouch me bad like i'm mad

Mad power like macbeth,

I don't fear death