This is a song about "Cross"

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

But that's not my cross to bear.

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Same bitches used to play me though

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Got that cross on my forehead,

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Blood on the cross set me free

So while the world goes drake crazy

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

Where would i be without my dogs