This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

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.

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

Bad bitches never loved them though

Yeah, you wont get it till tomorrow

If not today, then maybe tomorrow

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Your girlfriend want to follow

It’ll all change tomorrow

My talent should take me places i've never been

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon