This is a song about "Max thrower"

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha