This is a song about "State nicknames"

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

If its a different state or different city?

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

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

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

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

Should be in state prison,

Yeah bitch this date's done

My mental state is declining

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

I can tell you that this tape

We move to every state

See let me demonstrate

Just to get her into this state,