This is a song about "Cross the country"

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I got family spread out across the country

All the niggas that i come across, are now buried under a cross

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist