This is a song about "On the border"

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

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

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

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

Infatuations border the need for mental evaluation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

Where's the border betweet the art and the crap?

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Took me mighty long to get here

Shifting on and on through the grey.

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races