This is a song about "Max carrillo"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

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.