This is a song about "Max muller"

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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