This is a song about "Door edge"

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Ima go until my arm's sore

// [when you walked through the door]

Banging on the back door,

The shit that i spit is more

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

I'll ring your bell like i'm goin door to door

I got something you've been waiting for

You showed me to the door

That's why you'll find her on the floor

What time is it, huh? check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

What up girl, tell me how you been