This is a song about "Limit"

For me the sky was never the limit nor the height

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Nastiest over-limit went men

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit