This is a song about "Max"

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

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