This is a song about "Cross"

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

My uncle pulled me to the side

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

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Soon as we start

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

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

I decided my pride is just why i resist

And of course, my car's off course

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

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that