This is a song about "Max"

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

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

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

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

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I like rollin' with friends

Trying to get max strength