This is a song about "State of grace"

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

You caught me in a state of depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

In a state of indecision, you derailed my mission,

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

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

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived