This is a song about "Cross"

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

They calling me often to offer me walls

Whether you wrong or you right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Snitches here don't got no heart

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

That's why you don't cross my path

Baby, you got that super bass

Told me, i'll cross seas like theo

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course