This is a song about "Bad state"

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

I got a big fear of flying

My mental state is declining

You mental state deteriorates n,

I'll never call you bitch again

Especially when im in mizzurio cuz that's the show me state

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait