This is a song about "Cross"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

But that's not my cross to bear.

It's how we put it there

And i can't help but stare, cause

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

And by the way i'mma start

That if they cross my path

I can barely wipe my ass

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts