This is a song about "Cross trackz"

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

And i can't help but stare, cause

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Im so sophisticated when i'm cross faded,

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course