This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

You rap's supposed to leave me on the fuckin edge of my seat

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Cus for her, there's no tomorrow.

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

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

It’ll all change tomorrow

In the club like fuck it, though

My knife's got a nice edge..i'm a coldblooded killer..straight out of the ice age/

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change