This is a song about "Border"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

A patriotic villain, too close the border

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Harder, better, faster, stronger

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her