This is a song about "The edge of tonight"

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Bustin the mic i just killed it tonight

Fall off the edge when you realize freedom isn't free.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

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

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

The moon is full tonight

Walk blind into a line or fight

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I don't want to think of it tonight.

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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