This is a song about "Cross"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Living my life like i'm living right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

But that's not my cross to bear.

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

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

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.