This is a song about "Cross"

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

That's why you don't cross my path

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I put these poems all in these songs

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

I plead with em, the system ain't right