This is a song about "The edge"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Black fours red drop head doors

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Off the edge, causing head to fall off to the side

Reach for the door, get your access denied

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

And all women who had light features, see

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

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Back-flips off the edge of the grand canyon

Can’t you see just how long my run