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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

I don't trust no one

Should be in state prison,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

First verse is killing rappers, as soon as rappers die,