This is a song about "Life on the edge"

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

The snitch on the block be running for his life

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

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

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

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

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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

You rap's supposed to leave me on the fuckin edge of my seat