This is a song about "They say the man is crazy on the coast left hand on your hip right finger on the edge of your lip"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

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

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

And daddy's in the cadillac

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I think found where your mind was

On the right side of jesus,

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will