This is a song about "Stations of the cross"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Get backpack 'n ya gear on, time to cross the border.

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

So if you cross me i'll let the mac 10 off erratic

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Blood on the cross set me free

Cause some of you bitches funny

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Light the j like racist light the cross and then i face it

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress