This is a song about "Cross"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

Cross that shit off my checklist

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

Blood on the cross set me free

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Got that cross on my forehead,

I respect that you don't know yet

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

That's how we make it right