This is a song about "State quarters"

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

We move to every state

You mental state deteriorates n,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Im here but my mind is in another state

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Should be in state prison,

Yeah i ain't done