This is a song about "Max mills"

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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