This is a song about "Max lopez"

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

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

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/

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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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.

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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