This is a song about "Crossroads"

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

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

Thats where i thrive, where i spend time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Zone 1, sosa rolled, stand up

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

She turn cold as a freezer

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits