This is a song about "Getting state championship rings"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

I feel good, i look great

I'm right in the mind state

Dreamin on a lullaby

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

We tigers with the same mind state

You can't get at me, i'm like helm's deep in lord of the rings.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

The voices making noises constant rings in my head,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread