This is a song about "Max mills"

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

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Petrified planking and trending mills

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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