This is a song about "Max barron"

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

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

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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

To increase my ends

Trying to get max strength

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

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,

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Or closed casket for our troubles

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