This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

At this love thing toe to toe

It’ll all change tomorrow

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

This summer gone be mine though