This is a song about "Max rek"

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

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

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,

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks