This is a song about "Pepsi max"

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green 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,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

I think you and your friends

Trying to get max strength