This is a song about "Cross"

Got that cross on my forehead,

Cutting me this worthless check

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

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

That if they cross my path

Baby, you got that super bass

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

But now it's more declare

But that's not my cross to bear.

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss