This is a song about "Cross"

Snitches here don't got no heart

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Cross that shit off my checklist

She leave her hair in the sink

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

That's why you don't cross my path

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

It sends her on a trip so right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/