This is a song about "Shots to the border"

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

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

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

I stay lonely and cocky

Im throwin' shots to yo body

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Used to be neglected, now im the one who call shots

And shots at the niggas that got away

If you out there let me hear you say