This is a song about "Max max"

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to get max strength

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada