This is a song about "Jake from state farm"

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I'm in a zen mind state

New york, va, dc, get paid

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

Left me at the farm with strangers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Raising mutants on a farm.

This rapping is just a charm