This is a song about "Edge of tomorrow"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

I'm making moves, check my french

See if i die today then tomorrow was just another one of gods lies/

Don't matter if you do beat me down,i'll rise and come at you wit a surprise

What's the deal with the nets though

It’ll all change tomorrow

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

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