This is a song about "Max"

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

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