This is a song about "A state that is controlled and protected by another"

And i'll put you in a mood or is it a state of

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

But we're protected and that's all that matters

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Im here but my mind is in another state

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

But we're protected and that's all that matters