This is a song about "Mortal state"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

This mortal can kombat my raiden spit/

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

They gon love me for my ambition

It will never suffice my mortal sin

I was born to do the damn thing

My mental state is declining

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

J. cole runnin' late

I'm right in the mind state

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

We move to every state

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate