This is a song about "Cross"

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

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

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

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Got that cross on my forehead,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

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

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

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.