This is a song about "Cross"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Blood on the cross set me free

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

They calling me often to offer me walls

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

Get you high, keep it on the low

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

But that's not my cross to bear.

Right, now you say you don't care