This is a song about "Close to the edge"

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Close to the fame, but i'm very afraid to feel degraded.

All the girls really want is fun

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Ive come *this* close to snapping

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.