This is a song about "State"

My mental state is declining

And my grandmother dying

Should be in state prison,

See, i'm second to no one

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

You mental state deteriorates n,

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait