This is a song about "Max woodrow"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

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

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

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

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.

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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,

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

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

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