This is a song about "State farm"

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

You mental state deteriorates n,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Just to get her into this state,

So you finally got the nerve

Left me at the farm with strangers