This is a song about "States"

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

While working on my mistakes

Invades states, degrading babes,

Invades states, degrading babes,

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Toss ur face like a dollar n scribble what all it states!,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes