This is a song about "Max max"

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

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

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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/

Trying to get max strength

I like rollin' with friends

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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