This is a song about "Max neuman"

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause 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

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

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

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