This is a song about "Moving out of state"

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

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

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You caught me in a state of depression

A couple more rhymes comin to your ears and you wondering what its all about

Losing decisions of life easily, now i'm moving on steadily, heavily, drugged out,

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state