This is a song about "Max thrower"

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack