This is a song about "Max bloitte"

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

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

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap