This is a song about "Max benda"

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

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

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

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

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