This is a song about "Cross"

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

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Must be something you want me to see

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

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross