This is a song about "Cross"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Never cross me and this could be friendly

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers