This is a song about "Brooklyn bridge"

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

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

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

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

*original miguel bridge* -female singer