This is a song about "Money max"

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Getting to the money

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

Its a war with the enemy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

And all women who had light features, see

In other words i'm getting money

They alll ran out of money.

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit