This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

If not today, then maybe tomorrow

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

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

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

Hit the club she drop it low

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

I'm livin' on the edge,

So take your seat on the bench

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

And god blessed me with a lot of patience