This is a song about "Max keas"

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

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

Trying to get max strength

I think you and your friends

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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,

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