This is a song about "Max saia"

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

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

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

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

Trying to get max strength

I think you and your friends

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

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

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

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

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

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

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck