This is a song about "Max keas"

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

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