This is a song about "Border lands"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Baby got back, shows where ya lack of flow lands ya, right in the back.

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

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Tryna gain our lands but damn, captured with the smoke screen

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

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