This is a song about "Condition"

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

I'm in condition of confusion where's life's stopped in future,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

About your condition,

Hmmm where should i begin

There'd still be niggas out killing

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

My neighbors turn to my cousins

And my condition to start violence

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

On his critical condition,