This is a song about "Max thrower"

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max