This is a song about "Max briggs"

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,

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

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

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

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

Or closed casket for our troubles