This is a song about "No limits"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

No affiliation

And now your best friend's having kids

A shooting range with bullet limits

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Self made coming soon