This is a song about "Pot limit omaha"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You really hated it when i smoked pot

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Third ward general, young cash money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

U grimaced the minute i spitted the slickest bars to the limit

Get it hot in the pot

Cause i break it out a lot

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip