This is a song about "Powers reserved to the state"

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

We move to every state

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

But i do quite well with all the bait

It hurts to be in this ghetto mind state

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight