This is a song about "Max rek"

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

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

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

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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