This is a song about "Edge ups"

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Your career has more downs than ups like a yo-yo

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness/

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Somberly, i stand safely on the edge of a steep cliff

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche