This is a song about "Cross eyed"

They calling me often to offer me walls

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

She going to borrow some money

Blood on the cross set me free

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Alcohol and booty calls

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

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

Got that cross on my forehead,

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead