This is a song about "Peach state"

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

State that yo--money makes you better

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

I thought of bill clinton

Should be in state prison,

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

If its a different state or different city?

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty