This is a song about "The edge of a knife"

I'm livin' on the edge,

I speak english but check my french

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

To cut like a knife in the gut or a penis in the but of a slut. what you didn't like that

Well its the pain and suffering that's stabbing me with a knife

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

So then i took a knife right to the heart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Haven't heard them? here they are at the speed of a knife