This is a song about "Max power"

Just remember that you lack the power

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

And power means a price

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Now tell me where's your true power

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

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

I am on the mic with everlasting power

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq