This is a song about "Max bemis"

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

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

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

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

We race foreign cars, custom models

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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