This is a song about "Southern cross"

Living out of bags

That's why you don't cross my path

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Your life is a product of trash

That if they cross my path

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

New orleans southern baptists, gutter trash whites,