This is a song about "Tucker riley"

I speak my mind with an upside down cross

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

That if they cross my path

I can get straight to the cash

Ships that sail to distant places

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

Over me the same peeps that have died

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Our children must be taught, of africa

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery