This is a song about "Cross"

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Alcohol and booty calls

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

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

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

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint