This is a song about "Max shaw"

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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