This is a song about "The bridge"

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

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

*original miguel bridge* -female singer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

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

I put these poems all in these songs

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

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Cinderblocks tied up around your waist nearest bridge three miles away

After jumping from a bridge where all the misfits fled,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense