This is a song about "Turnt to the max"

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I'm on a killing spree, can no one stop me, so turnt like a slave that got out yelling

Live the way you want to

Shawty can i taste you

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

To the rigors of the industry

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I can do better without you

To stay true to the crew