This is a song about "Cross"

Got that cross on my forehead,

You could say i'm friends with fred

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

That's why you don't cross my path

She do it with no hands

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

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

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

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Im so sophisticated when i'm cross faded,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that