This is a song about "Border"

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

A patriotic villain, too close the border

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces