This is a song about "Limit"

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

You under the top, i'm over the limit

With only two songs, look at what i did

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

You pushed me to the limit.

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit