This is a song about "Max muller"

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

I turned into something they never became

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

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

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

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

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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