This is a song about "Border"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn 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

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

A patriotic villain, too close the border

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

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