This is a song about "Border"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

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?

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win