This is a song about "Max bemis"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

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

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

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

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

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

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game