This is a song about "Feral states"

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Build superior, exterior reinforced by a feral source

Never wrong at any level

Killing pussy like its feral

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact