This is a song about "The state"

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Shove every other emcee in the dirt cause the state won't pay for a hearse

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Am i goin insane, or is it the mental state of my brain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I'm right in the mind state

I can tell you that this tape

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

Especially when im in mizzurio cuz that's the show me state