This is a song about "Danny edge"

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

Somberly, i stand safely on the edge of a steep cliff

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

These niggas like fags like danny tanner,

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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