This is a song about "State of grace"

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

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

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

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

Blame the name, fame, brace for grace, stay away of this face.

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, that's my state of mind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

You caught me in a state of depression

You're uncool like my mother kin