This is a song about "Danny edge"

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

If i throw this paper, your bitch gon’ fetch

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,