This is a song about "Southern cross"

Not knowin' southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My voice make her wet

Got that cross on my forehead,

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

February cold as my heart

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Fuck the rest, we keep it nice and trill, southern takeover

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

And if i want to go outside

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed