This is a song about "Oklahoma state"

They're in a state of shock/

Tick tock, darling, tick tock

Should be in state prison,

Cold world no blanket son

You mental state deteriorates n,

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Just to get her into this state,

All dem niggas gonna hate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

We move to every state

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet