This is a song about "Chico state"

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Of course they all hate

We move to every state

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Waiting to see progression in each state man

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

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great