This is a song about "State the tr"

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

The way i speak is state of the art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme