This is a song about "Max wallace"

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Yeah, she got her ownhey, gorgeous

More known then mister christopher wallace

Trying to get max strength

We can never be friends

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

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

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

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