This is a song about "Cross the country"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

But the hand that feed you will cross you

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

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

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