This is a song about "Brink"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Had me thinkin' a while; dangling off the brink of denial

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Im on the brink of drowning in the sink

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Or seasoned equations at the brink of treason

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest