This is a song about "Tanner edge"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Falling off the edge is what i'm trying to prevent

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

This thing that you could imagine

These niggas like fags like danny tanner,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan