This is a song about "Fatima"

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Cause every bridge they'ed ever built, she just burnt em down

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Well baby bot there ain't no question

For local and national attention,

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Life of a don, sean don, sippin never had a palm reader

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Remember when me and sean d had that fight