This is a song about "Condition"

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Top dropped down, black on black

On the, condition that

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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,

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You're uncool like my mother kin

On his critical condition,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,