This is a song about "Verge"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck