This is a song about "Empire state of mind"

But with a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

It hurts to be in this ghetto mind state

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Im here but my mind is in another state