This is a song about "Max woodrow"

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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.

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb