This is a song about "Edge"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

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

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

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

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Cancerous/ got u thinking about kemo/ got u lost like nemo/ on edge like primo/

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad