This is a song about "Pot limit omaha"

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Hungry hunters gaming fox, bruce banner flavored pot

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit