This is a song about "Fuck capon bridge"

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

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

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day