This is a song about "Cross country"

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

A country in power

The only time i flirt with her

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

It shows i know a bit

This country, black and white, its split

February cold as my heart

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Where you belong with your family

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla