This is a song about "Max bautista"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

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

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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/

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck