This is a song about "Moving out of state"

The way i speak is state of the art

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You caught me in a state of depression

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

You know that love is a very serious thing

Ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, that's my state of mind

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived