This is a song about "Limit"

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

And california on that jerk shit

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Nastiest over-limit went men

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

You under the top, i'm over the limit

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

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

Sorry for exceeding the limit it was only 2 lines extra

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