This is a song about "Edge ups"

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

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

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Go through ups and downs,through right and wrong

Most times when a liquor all gone

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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