This is a song about "Jake from state farm"

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Waiting to see progression in each state man

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

From any other state, make friends not competitors

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Left me at the farm with strangers

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight