This is a song about "Cross"

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

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

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

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

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

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

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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