This is a song about "Cross counrty"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Blood on the cross set me free

They calling me often to offer me walls

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

But that's not my cross to bear.

They tryin to say that i don't care

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced