This is a song about "Border lads"

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

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

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

I'm from the number one place on the map

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

A patriotic villain, too close the border

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for