This is a song about "Straight edge king"

I'm straight disrespectful

Never wrong at any level

About the way i'm feeling

Y'know i am the king

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

I'm feelin like a king,

I ain't with the talking