This is a song about "Across"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Pens dance across pages,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Skill is something that you earn, not something you come across.

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across

Won't run out anytime soon

Across the crowded room,

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Leave you severed across the street

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Broadcasted across the nation with patience/

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet