This is a song about "Gods love has no limits"

My sim card's the bomb

But no, that ship has gone

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Yet your cd has no buyers,

This new generation has no moderation, no motivation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

No man has truly lived,

You was bigger than an artist

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

No love at all no love for my natives at all

That rap game, although changed, has given true love a shot.

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

To be good at rap, you need no limits

The youngest of my mother kids