This is a song about "Max erenkrona"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

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

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

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

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

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen