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

And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

This is the part of the story where i bring up the knife

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm livin' on the edge,

I'm making moves, check my french

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

In the middle of the night, i just might, use my knife,

She don't really care about anyone advice