This is a song about "Cross bayou"

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

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

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

See i can put down the pipe