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

They're in a state of shock/

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

You caught me in a state of depression

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape