This is a song about "Mississippi state"

Should be in state prison,

So now she picks up the gun

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

And getting money is the song i sing

My mental state is declining

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Waiting to see progression in each state man

You caught me in a state of depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

From l.a. to mississippi, the south, man i just ran up,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Good help is hard to find

Wrote this sober, wrong state of mind