This is a song about "Max rek"

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

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

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