This is a song about "Mississipi state"

We tigers with the same mind state

New york, va, dc, get paid

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My mental state is declining

I got a big fear of flying

She watchin' that oxygen

Should be in state prison,

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great