This is a song about "Cross"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Blood on the cross set me free

All i want is you baby

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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