This is a song about "State and local goverments"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Trust me, i attend the local church every sunday,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

You mental state deteriorates n,

I'm right in the mind state

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades