This is a song about "Max rek"

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

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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