This is a song about "A state"

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm in a zen mind state

State this here, you're facing a tax

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You had to write a million lines,to state ur an emcee?

I bet homies went on google to search the reference i previously made/

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

When i'm sober - i'll be in a state of depression

Time after time, again and again

You know your in a sorry state when,

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

For a decade, i've been drunk in this state,