This is a song about "Shots to the border"

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And shots at the niggas that got away

Pulls out a revolver/six shots/ cops called/ to put the screaming to a stop/

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

The shots rain, am i insane? who really knows

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

A patriotic villain, too close the border

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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