This is a song about "Across"

Bringing them home and across my plate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I get my points across and say shit

After that moscato hit

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

The drug that they brain need

Leave you severed across the street

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name