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

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

One of mine is pregnant because she wasn't protected.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And cause i'm safe where i am, protected by a family

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

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Organized crime, i kill your boss

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

They say that love for another is unconditional

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