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

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

I'm in a zen mind state

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

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

I'm right in the mind state

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

They're in a state of shock/

There must be a god

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

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

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,