This is a song about "Condition"

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

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,

Catch you up on places i've been

We cool under one condition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

And then i saw the air condition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

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

Keep the digital ruler at arm's length of the ruger

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition