This is a song about "City limits"

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Get rid of you bitch, i haven't even taken it to the limits

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex