This is a song about "Bridge"

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Cause every bridge they'ed ever built, she just burnt em down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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/

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

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