This is a song about "The banning of e cigs in the state of california"

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

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

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

To my level of hell, this california hotel,

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

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

I'm in the correct state of mind

Better leave it all behind

You caught me in a state of depression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state