This is a song about "United states"

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

Invades states, degrading babes,

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

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

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes