This is a song about "High limits"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this sick shit

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Dreamin on a lullaby

People always trying to get high

I only got four minutes

A shooting range with bullet limits

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free