This is a song about "Max mills"

Petrified planking and trending mills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

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

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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/

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My reservation is to make some mills