This is a song about "Gunner cross"

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Got that cross on my forehead,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

A metaphor, for the insecure

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

I put these poems all in these songs

Beware n be scared one gunner no flairs facing me ain't so fair so prepare

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because