This is a song about "Edge"

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

We be in the party like we own that bar

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

He's hanging by his fingers at the edge of a cliff

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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