This is a song about "Death at a cross road"

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

Dc has never seen such progress

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Even shed a few tears, i traveled that road

#at #most #fair road of life 'n' #blew away it's #liquid form

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn