This is a song about "Max wallace"

Yeah man rhyming all out like doctor suess and christopher wallace,

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

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

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

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

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace