This is a song about "Max shaw"

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

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

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

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

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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