This is a song about "Close to the edge"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

You rap's supposed to leave me on the fuckin edge of my seat

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

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

I speak english but check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

It came so close to being the end

What time is it, huh? check my french

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar