This is a song about "Max thrower"

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

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Our history that they stole, africa

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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