This is a song about "State farm"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

We tigers with the same mind state

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

If its a different state or different city?

They're in a state of shock/

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

This is to my unborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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