This is a song about "Max rek"

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to get max strength

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

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

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

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back