This is a song about "State"

For a decade, i've been drunk in this state,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Im here but my mind is in another state

At an extremly alarming rate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I'm in a zen mind state

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

I'm right in the mind state

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

And i could see you coming home after work late

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight