This is a song about "Limit"

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

They say that the skies the limit, i went through the sky.

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Nastiest over-limit went men

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

Sorry for exceeding the limit it was only 2 lines extra

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

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

Another love song about shit

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

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

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