This is a song about "Crossed lovers"

See if i ever crossed over that line

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

When u saw me crossed in the past days

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

Cause i'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I reflect on the ocean's my ancestors crossed

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

We've crossed each other's path and days went by

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers