This is a song about "Cross"

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

They gotta point em out baby

Blood on the cross set me free

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Cross that shit off my checklist

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced