This is a song about "Limit"

And i was in loath, i would never get over you, ever, sarah

Sorry for exceeding the limit it was only 2 lines extra

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

U grimaced the minute i spitted the slickest bars to the limit

Spit to the premium hear it, and every minute's the limit,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

You under the top, i'm over the limit

I've reached my emotional limit

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