This is a song about "Cross"

And i can't help but stare, cause

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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

She don’t give her nigga head

Got that cross on my forehead,

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Snitches here don't got no heart

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Walk blind into a line or fight

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint