This is a song about "Wetback spicks cross country border patrol"

A country in power

But that's what he liked her

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

This country, black and white, its split

Went to another country that's call migration

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

See, and now life seem hard

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Are going to make me cross the border, to insanity to aurora columbine/

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

On they twitter writing novels, see

Hustle for dis country money