This is a song about "Limit"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

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

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Nastiest over-limit went men

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Sky is no limit and beyond am gonna aim/

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit