This is a song about "Max neuman"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

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/

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

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

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