This is a song about "Max walsh"

Trying to get max strength

To increase my ends

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

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

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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