This is a song about "The edge"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

My knife's got a nice edge..i'm a coldblooded killer..straight out of the ice age/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Cancerous/ got u thinking about kemo/ got u lost like nemo/ on edge like primo/

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch