This is a song about "Cross stitch"

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.

Lights will flash, cars will crash

That if they cross my path

You might want to bring a stitch

And that's why they called you bitch

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

The way i stitch like a pissed off prick rhyming shit with a sewing kit

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Put in front of u the picture of the cross