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,

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

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

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

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments