This is a song about "Cross"

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

I can smell it when i go outside

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Snitches here don't got no heart

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

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

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

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

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

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

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Blood on the cross set me free