This is a song about "Border patrol"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

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

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

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas