This is a song about "Tristan edge"

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Yo, you little niggas better check my french

Dont push me cause im close to the edge

I'm livin' on the edge,

I speak english but check my french

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

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

After an epoch gradually he started to change and he decided to take his revenge

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

He's hanging by his fingers at the edge of a cliff

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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