This is a song about "Max"

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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.

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

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

Or closed casket for our troubles