This is a song about "No limits"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No, no, we are not those

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Teamwork: that's our recipe for living lavish

No failed romances, no second glances,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

No affiliation

Got me rushed to the station

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

No conscience, no need for resilience