This is a song about "Tristan edge"

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

The differences between being queen and being bitch

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

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

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

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

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

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

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Somberly, i stand safely on the edge of a steep cliff