This is a song about "State nicknames"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Waiting to see progression in each state man

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

New york, va, dc, get paid

Just to get her into this state,

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

At an extremly alarming rate

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

If its a different state or different city?

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

See let me demonstrate

I'm right in the mind state