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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Just to figure out we're puppets and controlled

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse