This is a song about "Max bemis"

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

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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