This is a song about "Condition"

On the, condition that

She was wet off the bat

On his critical condition,

You're uncool like my mother kin

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

And then i saw the air condition

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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,

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

And my condition to start violence

Catch you up on places i've been

We cool under one condition