This is a song about "Close to the edge"

Ive come *this* close to snapping

Get off a key like i can’t sing

It came so close to being the end

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Falling off the edge is what i'm trying to prevent

Still so close to the hood, i'm ashamed to say

But i ain't get to see you today

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

He's hanging by his fingers at the edge of a cliff

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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