This is a song about "Max muller"

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

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

I turned into something they never became

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them