This is a song about "State of mind"

This is to my unborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

It hurts to be in this ghetto mind state

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

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

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Wrote this sober, wrong state of mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind