This is a song about "Limit"

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Ive reached my limit of psychosis,

Nastiest over-limit went men

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,