This is a song about "Edge ups"

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Life has its ups and downs but it aint no roller coaster

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love