This is a song about "Cross"

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

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

Cross that shit off my checklist

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

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

Got that cross on my forehead,

Probably die getting some head

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss