This is a song about "Cross"

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

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

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

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

But that's not my cross to bear.

Let me hear that beat, air

On that red-eyed kush flight

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

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

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced