This is a song about "Cross"

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

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

No gimmick: real time, real heart

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

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

Alcohol and booty calls

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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