This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

I speak english but check my french

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

That's a new flow

It’ll all change tomorrow

I'm making moves, check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

My raps are of least concern,i'll see ya tomorrow,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon