This is a song about "Dont cross the line"

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Westside, bitch i run mine

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Till i shine at the finish line/

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

I cant think of the next line...

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But make sure if they do see

Blood on the cross set me free