This is a song about "Across"

Pens dance across pages,

On the slow jam of love

Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Now its time to get my point across

Across the face of the earth

Know just what you worth

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Bringing them home and across my plate