This is a song about "Max neuman"

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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