This is a song about "Mr bridge water"

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Aka mr. louisiana.

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

My ambition to blow

Shouts to mr rizzo

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Times left in sode water

*original miguel bridge* -female singer

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker