This is a song about "Cross"

You know i stick to the script

Cross that shit off my checklist

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Cause if you run the light

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls