This is a song about "Islamic state in iraq and syria"

Should be in state prison,

Work straight out the kitchen

Im here but my mind is in another state

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Chemical weapons in syria, i fuckin' hate them too,

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

I'm in the correct state of mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

My bars will make your chest inflate and when i see you girl ill leave her in a state

Tick tock, darling, tick tock

They're in a state of shock/