This is a song about "Door edge"

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

You showed me to the door

Or something that you paid for

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

I speak english but check my french

What is hittin' for

// [when you walked through the door]

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf