This is a song about "Limits"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Speed limits get eliminate

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

A shooting range with bullet limits

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks