This is a song about "Running cross country"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

She leave her hair in the sink

Cross that shit off my checklist

See, where i come from is hard

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

From ireland but i'll land, running

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

Organized crime, i kill your boss

If you cross paths with my while im running straight,

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait