This is a song about "Cross eyed"

That's why you don't cross my path

I can barely wipe my ass

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

But that's not my cross to bear.

Don't you leave a seed in there

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Cross that shit off my checklist

She leave her hair in the sink