This is a song about "Max muller"

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats