This is a song about "Life is limited do what you like but"

 but being more like you is probably what i should strive to be,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

What can i do, about your fucken life, a bitch like you don't deserve to survive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

The real muscle in the message of that

Do what you want, there is no way you'll stop it

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

This is limited edition you wont find this on no wreck

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

But what happens when that only life you know starts to shatter?

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction

And oh boy is it limited

You gone make me flip then split your shit

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

But what do people say that this shit is impossible for?