This is a song about "Across"

Back like i never ever left in the first

For serial killings across the world.

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Leave you severed across the street

Broadcasted across the nation with patience/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Bringing them home and across my plate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

As i saw him in the street layed across

And of course, my car's off course

Now its time to get my point across