This is a song about "Mind states"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

To my unborn child

The construction of mind

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

Bitches be on my mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

I'm still looking for my mind

From the womb, my newborn child

A picture in your mind

By god, slow grind

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades