This is a song about "Cross me"

Then if we didn't cross paths would i still be me?/

But five years from now i bet she see

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Then if we didn't cross paths would i still be me?

Cross me of that list, i only spit these lyrics for my purpose

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

If you ever try to double cross me anytime

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I am not the guy that you wanna cross