This is a song about "United states"

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Invades states, degrading babes,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I imagine that we'll soon be united, soon to be unanimous,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains