This is a song about "Break the limit"

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

He'll break necks, the favorite

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

U grimaced the minute i spitted the slickest bars to the limit

When we break down the doe

Double m g forever though

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit