This is a song about "The state"

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

All lying ass defensive ass boys

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

So i'm feeling like that odds is the only state of mind

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

But that ain't the end state, cause in state i spit sowed oats for bread

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread