This is a song about "Blunt county state of mind dope boy"

You must be out of your state... of mind,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Better leave it all behind

Wrote this sober, wrong state of mind

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Complete stranger with a dope mind.

The door crack, niggas all black

My whip so dope boy it's crack

To my unborn child

I smoke dope, it slows my mind