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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

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

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,

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

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