This is a song about "Cross"

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

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

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

And i like my marijuana bright