This is a song about "Ill cross you up"

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Up with your shit, ill poison you with led

Or burn a fuse and thats lights out and ill leave that option up to you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Better watch your words or ill roll you up in a fustian rug,

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I woked up and got washed but lost my dosh when i was cross

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

They calling me often to offer me walls

I am not the guy that you wanna cross