This is a song about "Tanner edge"

I rap acapella, no beat im undefeat, call me undefeated, and if anyone thinks you won

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

I speak english but check my french

I'm livin' on the edge,

Somberly, i stand safely on the edge of a steep cliff

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive