This is a song about "State champs"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

State this here, you're facing a tax

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Taking my time, let me levitate

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Waiting to see progression in each state man

If its a different state or different city?

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Especially when im in mizzurio cuz that's the show me state

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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