This is a song about "Max keas"

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

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

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max