This is a song about "Crazed state"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Just to get her into this state,

Let's pretend he was loved and never labeled as crazed,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Let's pretend he was loved and never labeled as crazed,

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

You mental state deteriorates n,

We both had dreams of being great

I'm in a zen mind state

Its cause im super crazed

But they sold jello in the paint

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My mental state is declining

And this will be the song that we sing