This is a song about "Cross 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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

No medal here, i'm well aware

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