This is a song about "Max lee"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Bruce lee, jackie chan, giving out tae kwon do

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you