This is a song about "Border patrol"

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her