This is a song about "Max briggs"

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats