This is a song about "Cross the country"

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

I got family spread out across the country

Look it something they can't ever see

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint