This is a song about "Max walsh"

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

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

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

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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.

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max