This is a song about "Max korup"

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

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

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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