This is a song about "Bridge"

Kismet hadn't finished its trip, one had relinquished his bridge to the gutters

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

Arrive at the bridge drop you off saying "have a good day"

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Throw your ass over the bridge, with the fishes

Here i go again, falling in love

Kismet hadn't finished its trip, one relinquished his bridge to the gutters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Arrive at the bridge drop you off saying "have a good day"

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge