This is a song about "Gunner cross"

Got that cross on my forehead,

Holla out my set

That's why you don't cross my path

Know it good when she go no hands

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Underground unsigned gunner/

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

That if they cross my path

How the fuck you wipe your ass

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware