This is a song about "The cross"

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

The image in my mind the cross he bared the weight was mine

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

But they see the explosion, they cross oceans to show for you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint