This is a song about "Max briggs"

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

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

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to get max strength

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,