This is a song about "Max walsh"

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

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