This is a song about "Queensland state of origin"

You're uncool like my mother kin

You caught me in a state of depression

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

City national bank evolve into shape

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Just do it tonight before it's too late, ignore the whole world but don't hate

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

The way i speak is state of the art