This is a song about "The stations of the cross"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Shit, i'm fucking neighbor cross the streeet, and i heard you cry!

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and