This is a song about "Max waldman"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We can never be friends

Trying to get max strength

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

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

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

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

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system