This is a song about "Max"

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

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

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad