This is a song about "Border lands"

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

It lands in her jaw, now she's passed out thick

Where her shadow cast, when she lands she'll smash like glass into the grass.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

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