This is a song about "Life on the edge"

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

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

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

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

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

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

You getting money? better check my french

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Because i see right through your disguise

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,