This is a song about "Empire state"

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

We building an empire that will be remembered like camelot

I'm in a zen mind state

When the club gets played

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

I'll grow an empire over your dismiss

He had an empire set up on his own

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Im here but my mind is in another state

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

My mental state is declining

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights