This is a song about "Cross"

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

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

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

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

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

And of course, my car's off course

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Before your roll get popped

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

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

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Cross that shit off my checklist