This is a song about "Border patrol"

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

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

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation