This is a song about "Border patrol"

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

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

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

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

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

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

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

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for