This is a song about "Across"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Wanna shove you across oceans

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Almost lost my life to the industry

I got family spread out across the country

My talent should take me places i've never been

My evil expands across the every nation

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Titanic sinks across the river styx

Got that deep love

Pens dance across pages,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

But it doesn't come across to well, like the crying game.