This is a song about "State of grace"

I'm in the correct state of mind

The glare makes me hard to find

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind

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

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

Where but for the grace of god is it that i ought to be

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

You must be out of your state... of mind,

This is to my unborn child

The way i speak is state of the art

Guess i'll meet her right back at start