This is a song about "Cross roads"

And of course, my car's off course

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

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

Alcohol and booty calls

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother