This is a song about "Bridge"

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Jumping off a bridge and i don't know how to swim

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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

I know we jumped of a bridge, and now billy ain't here,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.