This is a song about "Lead me to the cross"

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Time to pick up our cross, show what we got to the lost, yes we telling and

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Lemonhead end up dead

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

I was meant to lead the world

But i murder him first

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

You told fiasco not to cross the line, acting like you'd smack him

But they see the explosion, they cross oceans to show for you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue