This is a song about "Limits"

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

You feeling fearless then come and test the limits and get lynched for resistance

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Speed limits get eliminate

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

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

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

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

To be good at rap, you need no limits