This is a song about "Cross"

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

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

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Blood on the cross set me free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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