This is a song about "Bridge description"

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Throw your ass over the bridge, with the fishes

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

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

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

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

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

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

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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