This is a song about "Limit"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

You under the top, i'm over the limit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Ive reached my limit of psychosis,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

For me the sky was never the limit nor the height

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good