This is a song about "Out of state"

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Rap brought me a confidence ina mind state of no consequence

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

The way i speak is state of the art

You caught me in a state of depression

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade