This is a song about "Max saia"

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

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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to get max strength

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

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

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again