This is a song about "State"

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

For a decade, i've been drunk in this state,

Let em marinate, you forever late

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

We move to every state

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Should be in state prison,

Nah it's getting worse, your cursed in this crazed state

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

My mental state is declining

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Just to get her into this state,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,