This is a song about "Max walsh"

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

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

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

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

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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