This is a song about "Islamic state"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

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

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

We move to every state

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Just to get her into this state,

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

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,