This is a song about "Max bemis"

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

I used to sell them things in triangles