This is a song about "Fizik bridge"

Just so i can drive it off the bridge yeah, call me stan

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

(bridge): i can feel the changes

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

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