This is a song about "Song bridge"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Can barely finish a song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Help us find our inner song

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away