This is a song about "K state"

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Give me dome, then let me skate

Just to get her into this state,

My mental state is declining

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Should be in state prison,

So now she picks up the gun

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Seven fifty six k. and that's the down speed yo

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

You mental state deteriorates n,