This is a song about "Latinos crossing the border"

And i tried to warn you, but you niggas kept crossing over the line

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

For those whey no fit dey fix son

The bigger the the fun

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

And all women who had light features, see

Im crossing these odyssey's flawlessly

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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