This is a song about "The bridge"

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Rap spread fast like a rash now it's over the hedge

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

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

I’m in the air and can’t reach the bridge, before i land imma give ma last words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works