This is a song about "Max green"

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Fire on my mind like im green

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

I'm the head coach of the team

My time is spent mostly counting green

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

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