This is a song about "Max woodrow"

To increase my ends

Trying to get max strength

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

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

I diss wiggas that do this shit. i'm pissed the fuck off to the max man so fuck it.

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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