This is a song about "Max galanesi"

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

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

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

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

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

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