This is a song about "Bridge"

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

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

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

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

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Throw your ass over the bridge, with the fishes

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

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

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

It's mostly white people, the homeless under the bridge,

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

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch