This is a song about "Limit"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

No car key and i mean that

Just free bars going to the limit

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

For me the sky was never the limit nor the height

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Ive reached my limit of psychosis,

I've reached my emotional limit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit