This is a song about "State capitals"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

Im here but my mind is in another state

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

And i could see you coming home after work late

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

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

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,