This is a song about "Border lads"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

A patriotic villain, too close the border

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

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

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