This is a song about "Pot limit omaha"

Metaphysics are the limit of my perfectionist exhibit,

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Like lil wayne said, the sky's the limit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

I've reached my emotional limit

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit