This is a song about "Cross"

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Im trying to see her in bed

Got that cross on my forehead,

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

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Never cross me and this could be friendly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I should've been a dentist

Cross that shit off my checklist