This is a song about "Cross"

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

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

Probably die getting some head

Got that cross on my forehead,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

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

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste