This is a song about "Stations of the cross"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Trying not to live on food stamps and eat at gas stations,

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Every weekend going to airports and train stations

Blood on the cross set me free

What them tippers don't see

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

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours