This is a song about "Pepsi max"

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version