This is a song about "Limit"

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I've reached my emotional limit

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

You under the top, i'm over the limit

I'm doing shit i never might of did

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

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

You pushed me to the limit.

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

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

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit