This is a song about "Life on the edge"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

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/

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

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

I'll eat a rap for breakfast, fuckin wreck it then i burp and belch

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon