This is a song about "Border"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

A patriotic villain, too close the border

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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