This is a song about "You cross me"

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

As soon as a nigga cross you you better leave him right in the dust

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Light you up muy picante, cross your legs like i'm ghandi

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new

I seem to love these whips - a white

Standing all cross-eyed looking like you not right,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Keep in mind if you cross me ima swing without a miss.

If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

But the hand that feed you will cross you

Then if we didn't cross paths would i still be me?

Look it something they can't ever see