This is a song about "Max shaw"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

To increase my ends

Trying to get max strength

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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