This is a song about "Cross"

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Hah, wale folarin, ballin in case you didn’t knew

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

And i can't help but stare, cause

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Intendent attend them, cool cause

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

They don't hear the bark