This is a song about "Max is a loser"

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

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

Your own game, loser, you don't deserve one day.

When love comes callin', don’t look away

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

By the age of twenty two i'll be a loser or a dad

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I will never be a quitter , or a big broad loser

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take

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

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