This is a song about "Cross"

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

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!

Cross that shit off my checklist

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Blood on the cross set me free

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

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

Got that cross on my forehead,

Kick back and know yo son set

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

I am only a man and i don't know what to think