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

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Cause i've been there , and it's just a downhill road,

Then mourn the childs death as a tragedy years later when his face is reworked at a bar

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Me and you i think we should ride

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

All the niggas that i come across, are now buried under a cross

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.