This is a song about "No edges"

And her smile lit up the room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

No affiliation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

No monopoly type flow, no chance

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

No, no, we are not those

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Like nala in the jungle to soften the edges down,

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

No more money, no more fame

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name