This is a song about "Cross"

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

So if i do call it's just a check

Got that cross on my forehead,

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Cause everythang gonna be alright

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Blood on the cross set me free

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss