This is a song about "Cross"

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Where would i be without my dogs

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

But that's not my cross to bear.

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Aw man, it's been a ride