This is a song about "Cross"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Blood on the cross set me free

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Your life is a product of trash

That if they cross my path

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross