This is a song about "Forsyth county"

We tigers with the same mind state

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Go to europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I'm in a zen mind state

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

For a decade, i've been drunk in this state,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state