This is a song about "Cross stitch"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

Stitch for stitch i'm perfect, seamless

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Just put your hand on the glass

That if they cross my path

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I wont trust even a sweater to hold a stitch.

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

Never agree with that message

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint