This is a song about "Max rek"

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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/

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again