This is a song about "Cross check 4 children"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

All the innocent little children

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Before your roll get popped

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

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

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Fuck that just gimme my check,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

So flee this beef children,

But that’s just life, where i’m from

So if i do call it's just a check

Got that cross on my forehead,