This is a song about "State of mind"

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

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

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

There state of mind, delirious, once done aint no curing this,

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

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

A cynical state of mind, untypical words with sophistical meaning, mystical turn/

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

I never felt so alive without an altered state of mind

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

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

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