This is a song about "Limit"

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

Every day was a saturday, shit

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

You under the top, i'm over the limit

You can't expect my love to fade when i say it has no limit.

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit