This is a song about "Andy townsend"

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

End up extinct and i'm on the brink of erupting and start

As i seenobody cares about my history

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

I'm livin' on the edge,

I speak english but check my french

Myself, self-loathing, cause i'm on a brink, mostly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Verses spitting from within spitting with power, using verbs as glorified as the eiffel tower,

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far