This is a song about "Max erenkrona"

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

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

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

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

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

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