This is a song about "Buried borders"

Now ya mother's never gonna be buried.

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Areas where hysteria was carried, now it's buried,

You ain't ready to get married but to get buried

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Because everyday we worried 'bout our parents gettin' buried,

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

When i buried you, i buried me to,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

I won't stay sedentary until i am dead and buried

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

You will be buried in your cries

Becoming someone you don't recognize