This is a song about "Max bond"

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

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.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

Enough to turn bond upside

Halfback toss to right