This is a song about "Life on the edge"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

By any means necessary get campaign right

I'm livin' on the edge,

So take your seat on the bench

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

My knife's got a nice edge..i'm a coldblooded killer..straight out of the ice age/

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

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

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin