This is a song about "Max lyrics suck"

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

// waiting on next lyrics

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Your lyrics suck, while mine are so addicting you'll need syringes.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

She only want to suck

Well, um, there's a but

You suck dick for a living

Hit it til your make up missing

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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