This is a song about "Max neuman"

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

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

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

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

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

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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