This is a song about "Cross"

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Blood on the cross set me free

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Take whats mine once i cross over borders

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

Alcohol and booty calls

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

That if they cross my path

But that's not my cross to bear.

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist