This is a song about "Border"

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

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races