This is a song about "Max thrower"

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

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

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

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

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