This is a song about "Max mills"

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

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

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

My reservation is to make some mills

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

I used to sell them things in triangles

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa