This is a song about "Crossing the boarder"

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

Third ward general, young cash money

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,