This is a song about "Max muller"

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

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

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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