This is a song about "Max thrower"

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

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

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

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

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

To increase my ends

Trying to get max strength