This is a song about "Max rek"

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

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Trying to get max strength

I think you and your friends

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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

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