This is a song about "No limits"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

No failed romances, no second glances,

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Hop in and let me test drive

No lames, no lies, no compromise

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

I need a little room

A shooting range with bullet limits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six