This is a song about "Border"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

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

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

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

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