This is a song about "Bridge"

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

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

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Throw your ass over the bridge, with the fishes