This is a song about "K state"

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

My mental state is declining

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

K family, billionaires

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

We move to every state

Im washin off another plate

Just to get her into this state,

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover