This is a song about "Cross"

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

But that's not my cross to bear.

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

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

Cross that shit off my checklist

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Focus let me show you the light