This is a song about "Cross eyes"

That if they cross my path

She do it with no hands

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

But that's not my cross to bear.

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Got that cross on my forehead,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

You know i stick to the script

Cross that shit off my checklist