This is a song about "Wisconsin"

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Anybody riding with young’in will probably recoup

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I'm right in the mind state

I get my paper, y'all just hate

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock