This is a song about "Max thrower"

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

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

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

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

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,

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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