This is a song about "Limits"

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Else you'll be locked in a kennel, you got to know your limits or

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Criminal intent, out of breath, reach limits per minute,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

I be giving work to the kids

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Get rid of you bitch, i haven't even taken it to the limits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Streched, skin pulled out, it's limits being met, but don't fret

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this sick shit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket