This is a song about "Verge"

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

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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