This is a song about "Max thrower"

Trying to get max strength

I like rollin' with friends

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

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