This is a song about "Washington state"

Should be in state prison,

Catch you up on places i've been

New york, va, dc, get paid

We move to every state

We tigers with the same mind state

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

I'm right in the mind state

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I'll keep her wrapped up tight like that guy in red state

I was born to do the damn thing

My mental state is declining