This is a song about "Max erenkrona"

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

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

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/

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back