This is a song about "Cross"

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

That's why you don't cross my path

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

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