This is a song about "Bleeding on the cross"

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Preaching that i gotta enforce the bleeding

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Holla out my set

Got that cross on my forehead,

I make sure to not finish i rap until the mic is bleeding

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

Your skills are as fucked a bitch,stop bleeding on rap pad

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

On the cross just for my sins i regret everything i did i remember hurtin loved

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

The inner darkness in my head is leaving. yet my wrists won't stop bleeding.

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste