This is a song about "Border"

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Somebody call the coroner, cuz bitch i'm on the border

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for