This is a song about "The bridge"

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

Throw your ass over the bridge, with the fishes

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way