This is a song about "Cross roads"

But that doesn't mean shit to me, i'm broke, walkin' roads alone,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Tell me anything you want

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

Living out of bags

That if they cross my path

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im staying off the roads

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,