This is a song about "Danny edge"

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

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

These niggas like fags like danny tanner,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

I'm livin' on the edge,

So take your seat on the bench

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate