This is a song about "Angus rood"

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

But we having sex tonight

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Or shift keys or it i placement cause