This is a song about "Max saia"

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

I used to sell them things in triangles

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

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

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

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

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap