This is a song about "The edge"

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

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

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

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

You rap's supposed to leave me on the fuckin edge of my seat

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

You getting money? better check my french

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french