This is a song about "Across"

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

For serial killings across the world.

Self made coming soon

Across the crowded room,

I could show you a bar across town

I looked at him, told him sit down

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

My evil expands across the every nation

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Now its time to get my point across

Sometimes i think, what i need

Leave you severed across the street

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would