This is a song about "Max bovis"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

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

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

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

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

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

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