This is a song about "Max saia"

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

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

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

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

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

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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