This is a song about "Max thrower"

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends