This is a song about "Running cross country"

Little light in the ass

That if they cross my path

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

I'm on the run, keep running

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Together all the timethought it was true love