This is a song about "Door edge"

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Not relying on the light no more

Banging on the back door,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

You showed me to the door

Not one j got a pair or more

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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