This is a song about "The sunshine state"

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

See let me demonstrate

We tigers with the same mind state

You were my fucking sunshine when my skies were not the bluest

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Fuck the rest, we in a state that's too awake how

And at best all they do is distract me but now

The way i speak is state of the art

And by the way i'mma start

Welcome to organized crime

My summertime sunshine

My summertime sunshine

Soft white the art i twine