This is a song about "Off limits"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

And i can't help but stare, cause

Get off, for i pop off

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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