This is a song about "State the tr"

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

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

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Im washin off another plate

We tigers with the same mind state

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

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

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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