This is a song about "Cross the country"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Hip-hop is #goin' #south, it's just bringin' the country back,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

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

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues