This is a song about "Max"

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to get max strength

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game