This is a song about "Max hanzlik"

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

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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