This is a song about "Cross"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

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

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

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

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

And of course, my car's off course

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Put in front of u the picture of the cross