This is a song about "State nicknames"

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I'm in a zen mind state

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Try to make a name for my respectable state

In my drawsring, ring, ring

My mental state is declining