This is a song about "No limits"

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Self made coming soon

Rollin' down the four o five

No lames, no lies, no compromise

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

She all on my skin

No affiliation

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Catch you up on places i've been

No affiliation

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for