This is a song about "Max woodrow"

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

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

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

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

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap