This is a song about "Max carrillo"

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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/

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

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