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

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

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

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

At times i feel death is the best win

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Don't ever double cross me, cause you'll get a double kick

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress