This is a song about "Pot limit omaha"

Spitting randomly high on pot

That means i have no block

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Nastiest over-limit went men

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Who dat, who dat? cole world

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Red dots cause i’m red hot

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

But i remain the good kid

Just free bars going to the limit