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

Like i'm mac miller, killing these rappers before i kill myself.

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

You know your in a sorry state when,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Im here but my mind is in another state

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

I'm in the correct state of mind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Waiting to see progression in each state man

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

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