This is a song about "Border"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

A patriotic villain, too close the border

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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