This is a song about "Max carrillo"

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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