This is a song about "State"

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

It hurts to be in this ghetto mind state

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

If its a different state or different city?

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

We move to every state

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid