This is a song about "The bridge"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

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

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

After jumping from a bridge where all the misfits fled,

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around