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

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

And of course, my car's off course

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

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

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

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross