This is a song about "Max bautista"

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

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

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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