This is a song about "Bridge"

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Just so i can drive it off the bridge yeah, call me stan

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

I’m in the air and can’t reach the bridge, before i land imma give ma last words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

(bridge, different slower tempo.)

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

*original miguel bridge* -female singer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

After jumping from a bridge where all the misfits fled,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said