This is a song about "Border"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Are going to make me cross the border, to insanity to aurora columbine/

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

“alright man, i’ll take you to the border”

I'm pushing it for the corner

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Where's the border betweet the art and the crap?