This is a song about "Max rek"

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

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