This is a song about "Limits"

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

To be good at rap, you need no limits

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

A shooting range with bullet limits

And now your best friend's having kids

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

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

I'm ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this slick shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that