This is a song about "Cross stich"

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Got that cross on my forehead,

Code red, which means you go red

And of course, my car's off course

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

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

But that's not my cross to bear.

Woah there, woah there

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross