This is a song about "Barbary states"

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

I slumped, in my chair and my grades