This is a song about "Cross"

Blood on the cross set me free

It's no longer a new jack city

You could say i'm friends with fred

Got that cross on my forehead,

We been down for too long but that's alright

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

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

That if they cross my path

Living out of bags

I put these poems all in these songs

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

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

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