This is a song about "Cross check 4 children"

Think fast, fast women

So flee this beef children,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

4 79, boy better pay me

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

To liberate yourself, africa

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Fuck that just gimme my check,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Got that cross on my forehead,

Holla out my set

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

His trek ends abruptly without check,

I put these poems all in these songs

I speak my mind with an upside down cross