This is a song about "Limit"

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

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

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

All the insane bitches so passionate

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

Like lil wayne said, the sky's the limit