This is a song about "Peach state"

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

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

From the womb, my newborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind

We move to every state

New york, va, dc, get paid

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Never will i surrender

State that yo--money makes you better