This is a song about "Cross"

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

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

You know i stick to the script

Cross that shit off my checklist

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

Baby got that super bass

That if they cross my path

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I speak my mind with an upside down cross