This is a song about "Max woodrow"

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

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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.

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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