This is a song about "Cross"

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Got that cross on my forehead,

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

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

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

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Baby, you got that super bass

That if they cross my path

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/