This is a song about "Max waldman"

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

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,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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