This is a song about "The edge of tonight"

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

He got hit up that same night

I don't want to think of it tonight.

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

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

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

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Out tonight, maybe the casino

What time is it, huh? check my french

Dont push me cause im close to the edge