This is a song about "Bridge"

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

(bridge, different slower tempo.)

Who real bitches check me out though

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

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

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

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

Throw your ass over the bridge, with the fishes

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

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

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch