This is a song about "Max bloitte"

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Trying to get max strength

I think you and your friends

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max