This is a song about "Off limits"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

Imma bite ya face off

Speed limits get eliminate

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And i can't help but stare, cause

And how they gonna get off

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Blasting off and slacking off/

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

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