This is a song about "Washington state"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And thats just the begin sold out shows from meriden to washington

If its a different state or different city?

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Waiting to see progression in each state man

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Im here but my mind is in another state

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

My mental state is declining