This is a song about "Cross"

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Lemonhead end up dead

Got that cross on my forehead,

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

That if they cross my path

She graduated top of the class

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross