This is a song about "The cross"

And if i do go you better come through

But the hand that feed you will cross you

Cause all i want is you, baby

Blood on the cross set me free

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

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

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

At the holy cross game when our eyes glanced

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

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Then i turn and cross over the median curb