This is a song about "Killing rappers in evry state"

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

Going ham with the beef cooks, raw, killing rappers now,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

I'm in the correct state of mind