This is a song about "Limit"

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

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Like lil wayne said, the sky's the limit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

You under the top, i'm over the limit

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that