This is a song about "Cross"

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

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

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I put these poems all in these songs

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

They don't hear my bark

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

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

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

And i can't help but stare, cause

I am not the guy that you wanna cross