This is a song about "Hell state of mind"

I'm in the correct state of mind

You can search but you'll never find

We tigers with the same mind state

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Sometimes i lose my mind & try to find it for the hell of it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

And i can't help but stare, cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind

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

Rap brought me a confidence ina mind state of no consequence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears