This is a song about "State farm"

Raising mutants on a farm.

Tats no dey for my arm

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

My mental state is declining

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Waiting to see progression in each state man

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

I'm right in the mind state

Guess i'm self made

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines