This is a song about "Max woodrow"

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

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

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

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

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Trying to get max strength

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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