This is a song about "Max"

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

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

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max