This is a song about "Ball state"

I'm right in the mind state

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

As i'm watching the snow fall

From the bench to the ball

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Ball like kobe bryant/

I’m coming back like light-skin and

We tigers with the same mind state

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Guess i'm self made

I'm in a zen mind state

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

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

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all