This is a song about "Connecticut state"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You caught me in a state of depression

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

The guilt on your chest will last for so long, and did you see that shit happened in connecticut?

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

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Just to get her into this state,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Especially when im in mizzurio cuz that's the show me state

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

As i, fall deeper into a manic state