This is a song about "Cross"

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Cross that shit off my checklist

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts