This is a song about "Limits"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm more than raw with it, i morph and ignore limits..

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

They pushed him to his limits until he gave in, then blamed him.

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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