This is a song about "Bad state"

We move to every state

Redbox flow and i do not date

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

If its a different state or different city?

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Just to get her into this state,

Talk sharp like a razor blade

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

This is to my unborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind

O. trice always rep his block

They're in a state of shock/