This is a song about "Shots to the border"

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And shots at the niggas that got away

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Grabbing control of your brain mentally insane with the shots

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

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The rap pad border got me wanna win them races

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Cocksucker kick rocks, we need to make the smartest guys the big shots,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her