This is a song about "U have no edge up"

With ya chest held up high, you believed u did no wrong

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

The boa know they loving the crew

Must be the trust that no one has for u

Zero options to choose

Coz u ain't got no use

Now u want me no more

They fiend in the door

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

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

U still think why u dont have any fan

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

If u graphin then we taxen u can have it all sending shoots

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring