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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

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

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

A patriotic villain, too close the border

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status