This is a song about "Cross roads"

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

Got that cross on my forehead,

Finding more light to shed

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm paving roads to payment

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

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

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown