This is a song about "Crossing you up"

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

On they car note to go to the club

Let me rideuntil i get free

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

But you make me open up

Money i make em buck

Say you don’t do what

You pick all off them up

But seemingly believe it though

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

If you wanna play you better pray that you ain't ...crossing my way

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Our everything, you devoured it up.

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck