This is a song about "Pepsi max"

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Trying to get max strength

I like rollin' with friends

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

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

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

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

Our history that they stole, africa