This is a song about "Chrono cross"

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

That if they cross my path

...that's all i have

Cross that shit off my checklist

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross