This is a song about "Max korup"

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I like rollin' with friends

Trying to get max strength

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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