This is a song about "State farm"

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I'm in a zen mind state

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

My mental state is declining

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Oldest nation on this earth

Left me at the farm with strangers

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

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

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind