This is a song about "Florida state of mind"

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, that's my state of mind

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

You caught me in a state of depression

I roam like phone with no vocal reception