This is a song about "Straight edge king"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

I know these haters watching

And it smells like burger king.

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I'm feelin like a king,

You know what i'm saying

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

But the man on the edge who's willing to fall,

Dare ya, take out the king/

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Since we not even talking

I'm feelin like a king,

What time is it, huh? check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,