This is a song about "Border jumper"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Listen to every word that i slur

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

First time i seen you smile since u got a star in the hood jumper

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation