This is a song about "Cross stich"

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

She like nigga yeah right

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

They tryin to say that i don't care

But that's not my cross to bear.

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke