This is a song about "Cross"

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

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

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

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Got that cross on my forehead,

Code red, which means you go red

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit