This is a song about "State of emergency"

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

To leave this rap game in a state of crippling

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

You caught me in a state of depression

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make