This is a song about "Max"

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

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Our history that they stole, africa

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