This is a song about "Max benda"

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

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

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

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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