This is a song about "The state"

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

The way i speak is state of the art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

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

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great