This is a song about "Limit"

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You pushed me to the limit.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Degenerate lyricists.. limit this.. visionless crowd of sentences//

Using multiple syllables a minute it looks like i'm spitting to the limit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Breaking the limit, awakening my inner demons/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit