This is a song about "Bridge builder"

The sirens are gone, shit, i just stand and i look at the bridge...

The only reason why i put up with this stupid ass bitch

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

(bridge): i can feel the changes

I wouldn't be famous

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge