This is a song about "To the max"

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Had to wear the 13's with them

The paper to the pen.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

From the bottom to the top

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

To the rigors of the industry

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

You good man, we don't want you

Live the way you want to

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

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