This is a song about "Latinos crossing the border"

But takin a whole verse is crossing the line

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

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

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

Niggas say i'm loco

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe