This is a song about "Jose s edge up"

I'm making moves, check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

When i step up out the maserati car

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

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

Falling off the edge is what i'm trying to prevent

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best