This is a song about "Max"

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

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

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

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

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

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

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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