This is a song about "Max bemis"

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

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Trying to get max strength

I like rollin' with friends

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.