This is a song about "Queensland state of origin"

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

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

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Rap brought me a confidence ina mind state of no consequence