This is a song about "On the brink"

And i'mma show you how the south was won

' alright, already, the show goes on

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Myself, self-loathing, cause i'm on a brink, mostly

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Im on the brink of drowning in the sink

High as shit, i’m in a booth

You cant grab on whats on the news

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

And if i must say right now, i think my styles on the brink.

At the brink of death he cried out to god ''why?'' give me one more chance

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble