This is a song about "The edge"

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

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

I got all stars and you can check my bench

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Cancerous/ got u thinking about kemo/ got u lost like nemo/ on edge like primo/

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow