This is a song about "Max carrillo"

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

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

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples