This is a song about "Hop the border"

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

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Hop out the back my feet will migrate

So get them ends hot

Hip to the fucking hop

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

When i hop up out the bed, i need a parachute

Real hip hop, leave the fake cats vanishing//

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping