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

Tats out and my hair long

But no, that ship has gone

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

This has never happened to me before/ our love started to explore

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Because he has nobody, no one to impress,

A shooting range with bullet limits

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Yet your cd has no buyers,

And what i done just ain't enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]

No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop