This is a song about "State of grace"

The way i speak is state of the art

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

This is no trial, this a closed case

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 in the correct state of mind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

In a state of indecision, you derailed my mission,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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

You caught me in a state of depression

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And by the grace of god you make the approach

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.