This is a song about "Max neuman"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

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

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck