This is a song about "Turnt to the max"

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

I’m effervescent, just ask them

The paper to the pen.

Im turnt up like a radio

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

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

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring

To the rigors of the industry

Cause some of you bitches funny