This is a song about "Cross"

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

That if they cross my path

She graduated top of the class

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Cross that shit off my checklist

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

Could i make you my baby

Blood on the cross set me free