This is a song about "New mexico my state"

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

My mental state tells me to renovate

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Believe me i'mma be your god

My brother need a new job

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

But i really don't like my mind state, head ain't really sewn right i might break

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind