This is a song about "Glorious state of mind"

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

I never felt so alive without an altered 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

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Rap brought me a confidence ina mind state of no consequence