This is a song about "State of grace"

Wrote this sober, wrong state of mind

From the womb, my newborn child

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

The way i speak is state of the art

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

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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