This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I'll teach you how to take it slow

It’ll all change tomorrow