This is a song about "Max lopez"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

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

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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