This is a song about "Verge"

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Cause i am the verge of killin everyone that i can get

Never got to it, now i'm a senior on the verge of failing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king