This is a song about "Door edge"

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

You see i gotta go to war

You showed me to the door

Keep coming back for more

// [when you walked through the door]

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

// [when you walked through the door]

Not relying on the light no more

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate